"Rambling Paddy" lyrics

"Rambling Paddy"

Rambling Paddy, it's time to come home
And stop all your rambling around
You haven't a job and you haven't a plan
It's time you were settling down

I haven't a job but I work when I want
I'm free as a bird on the wing
I sing for me supper and fiddle some tunes
And I wouldn't go changing a thing

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Da-whack-fol-da-diddly-dan-day

Rambling Paddy, come down from the hills
It's time you were changing your life
Give over your roving and rambling ways
And look for a comely wee wife

If I look for a wife, I never would find
One who would ramble with me
With me horse and me dog and me old caravan
We're happy as any can be

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Rowdily-dowdily-tirramanay
Rowdily-dowdily-tithery-aye-diddle
Da-whack-fol-da-diddly-dan-day

Rambling Paddy, you're mad as they come
I think you've gone soft in the head
You haven't the sense to come out of the rain
And a bundle of hay is your bed

Ah, maybe you're right, and maybe you're wrong
And maybe I'm mad as can be
Or maybe I'm wiser than anyone else
For being the master of me

Te-rowdily-dowdily-tithery-aye-diddle-da
Rowdily-dowdily-tirramanay
Rowdily-dowdily-tithery-aye-diddle-da
Whack-fol-da-diddly-dan-day

Rambling Paddy, it's time to come home
And stop all your rambling around
You haven't a job and you haven't a plan
It's time you were settling down

I haven't a job but I work when I want
I'm free as a bird on the wing
I sing for me supper and fiddle some tunes
Sure, I wouldn't go changing a thing

Te-rowdily-dowdily-tithery-aye-diddle-da
Rowdily-dowdily-tirramanay
Rowdily-dowdily-tithery-aye-diddle
Da-whack-fol-da-diddly-dan-day

Te-rowdily-dowdily-tithery-aye-diddle-da
Rowdily-dowdily-tirramanay
Rowdily-dowdily-tithery-aye-diddle
Da-whack-fol-da-diddly-dan-day


Writer(s): George Millar
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